[By the time Alear stops speaking, Griss is done healing her injuries. His hands hover over her arm a moment longer than they need to before he pulls back, making aggressive amounts of eye contact as usual.

She's all healed, and he's heard her story. So he should have some reaction to it. "Sorry we killed your mom" is too damn insincere coming from him, of all people, so what the hell does he say? ]

I can only guess at how much it sucked to lose her once, let alone to feel it all over again.

[It's a start that's almost hesitant, but Griss continues quickly.]

Don't know who my mom was or what happened to her, so guessin's all I've got. Still, havin' that come up in battle? No wonder you're still thinking about it.

[He falls quiet again, gaze drifting back towards her arm. Physical wounds are so much easier to heal...

Though if he stopped to ask himself why he's bothering trying to help the Divine One in the first place, he probably wouldn't like the answer.]